nothing,nowhere. Tough Luck Lyrics

I can still smell the smoke

In the halls of your home

Hidden in your dad’s cologne

I haven’t talked to you in years

But I guess the truth is tough

You grow up and you lose touch

Well its been a while

It been a while

Since I saw your face

Or I said your name

I’ve been feeling low, put it all on paper

All black on, call me Zack Taylor

I’m lacking cash, writing raps

Trying to make it work

Faking smiles, been while since I haven’t hurt

What do I do when I can’t even feel

Anything that I wanna try: no deal

Rolling round in that Subaru

Like I’m Ken Block when I’m coming thru

Nah, how the fuck could I flex now

Got 8 bucks in my bank account

It’s been awhile since you been around

And it’s been a minute since we used to kick it

I’m gone

Things change

I’m a fool for thinking they would be the same

Knowing that I’m growing and I’m losing friends

But it’s ok

Man it’s alright

I’m just happy that I made through another fucking night

I can still smell the smoke

In the halls of your home

Hidden in your dad’s cologne

I haven’t talked to you in years

But I guess the truth is tough

You grow up and you lose touch